Monday, November 13, 2006

She's my alien baby

On the planet I come from, waking up and being ready to get out of bed is a drawn out deal. Some of the best Heaven on earth moments come during those times of fading iiiin and oooout of sleep in the morning, or of being half awake and reveling in the experience of the perfect combo of sheet temperature and blanket weight -- these are gifts of life.

Others have an ON switch built into their eyelids -- after a few hours of eyelid inactivity, the switch enables itself -- once the being opens it's eyes again it's fully awake and ready to talk, talk, talk, talk, talktalktalktalktalk.

This is the case with my Lizzie. She's so chipper about it too -- it's a crazy thing to wake up to. I start my day with a mix of confusion, disbelief, adoration and irritation. I never immediately surrender to having to get up.

I know this child is not going back to sleep or fending for herself in a manner which is conducive to my process. Although she always happily agrees to negotiated terms that would allow me to have a few more precious moments in bed -- she clearly doesn't understand what she's agreed to because the streaming play by play continues.

"Mommy did you see that? I just stretched -- it felt really good and my toes curled. Gurty licked my face! Did you see Gurty lick my face? She's so cuuuuute. Okay, I'll go downstairs and wait for you. I'm hungry. My tummy feels all rumbly. What are we having for breakfast? Oh, look at Gurty -- she's jumping off the bed. Winnie is still sleeping. Are you going to make breakfast soon? What are we having for breakfast? I'm hungry. Mommy, you said "downsairs" -- you were supposed to say downstairs. I am going downstairs. Mommy, look, catch (standing in the doorway she blows kisses and throws imaginary hugs at me). You missed one! Hurry, it's getting away, I'll get it! (runs back in chases down the kiss and puts it on my cheek).

On it goes, until the notion of staying in bed is finally surrendered and off we'll go to the kitchen to cure that rumbling tummy of hers.

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Blogger Mel said...

why do you find that annoying? when i do that to JD, he says it's adorable....as he pulls the covers back up over his head and kicks me till i shut up. :)

poor kid. sounds like she has my affliction.... "morning person syndrome". she's going to go thru a life of having roommates, boyfriends and co-workers loathe and avoid her until noon. it's not an easy life, but someone has to do it. good luck Lizzie.

8:46 AM  
Blogger Swishy said...

I am SO not a morning person! Not by any stretch of the imagination. I would die!

10:28 PM  
Blogger kim said...

See Mel? People wake up slowly.

There are just a few of you morning people strategectly (sp?) placed and I know not why.

If there were more of you, you could get together and leave the rest of us to our slumber. I'm having visions of you and Lizzie happily playing board games while the rest of my family sleeps -- it's very nice.

10:24 AM  

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